Drunk Post Numero Uno

I'm not really drunk yet, but I am well on my way. Went and saw the movie "Serenity," or as the drunk people call it, "Serendipity." So I started this a long ass time ago and now am just getting back to it. I started it fairly sober and now am drunk. Its all good though, turns out that the fence and shed thing aren;t that hard. Its a good stress releiver.. Anyways, its been a long week, and its time I got good and drunk. And i am realy mixing up my words right now, so be patient. Like I said, its been a long week/month/year. Frankly, Im tired of all the crap thats going on right now. Thats not to say that I won't be there when Im needed, its just that sometimes I need a little stress relief too, so yeah... Not really sure where this is going. Sopme people did not need to drink tonight, me not included. Ive been needing to drink for a while now, and tonights as good of a night as any. I can't really think so Im gonna let yall go. Take care and good luck and all that. Adios.

Texas Women

Texas has the best concentration of women in the US. And I can say this because I just got done spending a weekend in New Haven, CT. And I am sorry, but Yale women just aren't that attractive to me. So I was very happy when I got back in Texas and immediately saw beautiful women everywhere.

So me and Kenny get into Conneticut, rent a car, and drive to New Haven. We get there and we are sitting at a red light, right beside a church (not sure of the denomination), and I happen to look out my open window. And I saw the last thing I expected to see by a church. I see what looks like a women, or actually more like a prostitute, except worse, cause I don't think a prostitute would degrade herself by dressing like that, and I do a double take, then turn to Kenny and say something to the effect of "Hey, look at the prostitute," at which point the "woman" turns to me and says "Don't be jealous just because I get more sex and c*#$ than you do." The thing is, the woman was a man. And he made a very ugly woman. And he scared the ever living hell out of me. But Kenny thought he made a good woman. Just a difference of opinion I guess. People up north are weird.

So today when the conference was over (at about noon) we decided to go see some of Ken's friends in New London, which was about an hour away from both New Haven and Hartford, which is where we were to fly out of. We go and eat with them at an Italian resturuant which had terrible service. They forgot about us, so Ken's friend's wife got up and went and reminded them that there were people there that would like to eat. So 10 minutes later they come and take our orders. Then, after about and 1 1/2 hours of being there, we go to the beach, and then to an arcade that was at the beach. We hang out there, not paying attention to the time, and then finally we head back to their apartment. We get back and are just hanging out, and I happen to look at my phone. It is 3:00. Our plane leaves at 4:45. We were gonna leave New London at 2:30 at the latest. So we check in on line and print our bording passes (and its a good thing, cause if we would have waited and done that at the airport, we would still be in Hartford right now), and Mike prints off directions on how to get to Hartford, but not to the airport. But thats cool because we have a map of Hartford and we figure we can find it. So we leave, and traffic sucks. Kenny's doing 90 when he can, but at some points we are going 40. So we finally make it to Hartford at about 4:10, and we see signs for an airport that starts with a B, and we figure "hey, thats our airport, we made it, yay." We stop to fill up the car with gas so we don't get charged an arm and a leg, I go inside to get exact directions to the airport, and find out that we are in fact at the wrong one. The airport we want does start with a B, but it is 20-25 minutes away. At this point we are freaking out. So we hit the road doing 90-100 through Hartford. We get to the car rental place at 4:25, and there are about 20 people ahead of us returning their cars, and the shuttle to the airport is just pulling up. So Kens like "go and tell the shuttle guy to wait, I will deal with returning the car." So I haul ass to the shuttle, but by the time I get there, the last seat is taken. At this point the driver tells me I am going to have to wait for the next shuttle, to which I reply "but my plane leaves in 15 minutes, and if I'm not on this shuttle, I will miss my flight." But he tells me he can't do anything about that. At this point Ken comes running up and says the same thing, and we finally get the guy to let us on. So we head to the airport, jump off the shuttle, hit the ground running and run all the way to the security check in...to see a line of about 50 people. We go stand in line, are there for about a minute, and hear over the PA system "Ken Franks and Eric...Bor..Bro...Broman, this is your last call, your flight is about to leave." So Ken goes over to the Continental desk and asks if there is any way we get get through, and the only way is if people let us get in front of them. So we work our way to the front, finally making it to the metal detector, and are stuck behind a woman and her 3 kids. So we start taking everything off that needs to be off, shoes, keys, and I take off my belt because it has a lot of metal on it. We send our stuff through, get to the other side, and pull on our shoes. Ken is in front of me and gets his on, while I am still waiting on my shoes. They finally make it through, I put them on, look up, and can't find Ken anywhere. I'm thinking, shit, he is on the plane, its gonna leave me, and I'm gonna be stuck in Ct. with no way home. So I take off sprinting towards my gate, shoes untied, pants falling down, thinking I'm screwed, get there and see Ken. Apparently he got there, explained everything, and they told him I had a minute to get there before the plane left. I ended up being about 20 seconds from being left. Talk about cutting it close. Lesson learned: never go anywhere involving plane travel with Ken, and if you do, wear a watch, and someone besides Ken drive.

So having an auction when everyone is drunk is a good idea if you are trying to raise money, cause drunk people will buy anything. I came home with 2 christmas ornaments, and almost a $45 calender from Nebraska. But we ended up raising $1500 for Katrina, so its all good. Oh, and free alcohol is amazing. We went through 3 kegs (that I know of) last night between about 40 of us. And that was before midnight. Who knows how much was drank after that. We also went through an unknown amount of alcohol Friday night. We had priests chugging beer from pitchers. Priests can drink, and I mean really drink. All in all, I bet Supreme spent several thousand dollars on drinks alone. And of course, a good time was had by all. Well, except for that one kid who made a promise to his mom, but he doesn't really count. I mean come on, your in college, your a catholic, and you are going to a place where the beer flows like honey. Your parents should expect you to drink. They should be dissapointed if you don't. I know mine would be, so I made sure to make them proud this weekend. Apparently I was a pretty talkative guy Friday night. I also made a lot of friends I don't remember meeting (at least the first time).

Well, thats my weekend summed up. I'm sure a lot more happened, I just don't remember it right now, but I'm sure it will come back to me. Church out.

Uh, Yeah...

I hate cell phones, and for several reasons. First off, they don't convey feelings, emotions, or anything else that is personal. They can't hit someone if you are mad at them, kiss them if you are away from your significant other, and several other things I can't really think of right now. Secondly, they hinder society. People are constantly on them, talking to people they aren't around, all the while ignoring the people they are with. If you are gonna talk to someone on a cell phone, be alone. Also, they are anchors that people carry around. People are always waiting on "a very important call" or are always wondering if so and so is going to call today. Get a life. If your whole world revolves around a little piece of plastic and buttons that magically connects you to people you can't even see, then you really need to reevaluate your priorities. On the other hand, cell phones are really handy to have. If you have an emergency, then you can call help in no time. If you are tired on a long drive home, you can call a friend to keep you company (and keep you awake and out of the ditch and alive). You can talk to friends and family when you are away from them (just do it when you don't have anything else to do so people aren't waiting for you to get off the phone).

Isn't it great how people can do something to you that would be reason for you to be mad at them, and then they get mad at you because you are justified in being mad at them? Its fuckin' awesome. Oops, I mean its clottin' awesome. (Long story. Actually, its pretty short. Ask me and I will tell). But yeah, I just love people being mad at me for something they did. I'm sorry, but I am not going to clean up a prank at my house directed at me when I am not really in the mood to. Especially when I have guests over. Nope, not gonna happen. And if you want to get mad at me because I think you should clean it up so our apartment doesn't look trashed, fine. Whatever. But yeah, cell phones suck.

I don't get the female species. No, scratch that. Women confuse the hell out of me. Stop sending mixed signals and speaking in riddles. Just say what you mean. If you like someone else or if you have a boyfriend or you don't like us like that, just tell us. Trust me, that is better then not letting us know. Cause we will go along thinking, man, I have a chance with her, only to find out 5 hours (or in some cases, 5 months) later that its not gonna happen. Ya know, if all women had a neon sign over their heads telling us what they were thinking, life would be so easy. If it says "Mad as HELL," we would go buy flowers or something. If it says "Not Interested", then we wouldn't waste everyones time. But that would be too easy and women couldn't play their mind games. Cause we all know they enjoy messing with guys' heads.

Welp, thats all I have tonight. Yall take care now, ya here?

P.S. I found this quote in my physics book..."Wine 'em! Dine 'em! 69 'em! Run around in your underware!"-Genuine Son...just thought I would throw that out there.

All Alone, Surrounded By People

You ever get that feeling that you are all alone, even when your in a room full of people? I get that all the time. For me, I think that it is because no one here really understands me, or even knows that much about me. Growing up, it was hard for me to hang out with kids my age, mostly because we lived so far out of town that I couldn't just go to a friends house. I would have to have a ride everywhere, and since most of the time my parents were busy with work, I would just have to stay at home. I got pretty good at just being by myself, entertaining myself, finding stuff I could do alone. Even when I bought my first pickup, I never really went into town and hung out with my friends. I would go to school, come home, work, and after work I would usually take my dog hunting or ride my four-wheeler around the farm. I really only went and hung out once, maybe twice a week, and that was on friday or saturday night. So when I went off to college, it was a whole new experience for me to have people my age around all the time. No matter where I went, there was someone there. But even then, I still kinda kept to myself. When I do hang out with people, I don't do a lot of talking. I just sit back and listen to others, learning about them. And I enjoy it. It lets me see into other people's lives, how they lived, what problems they are facing, and what makes them happy. But I have come to realize, over the past year, that no one really knows that much about me. Sure, they know where I'm from, what my major is, how many sisters I have, but I bet no one here could tell you my favorite color, favorite song, what I look for in a girl, all the stuff that really makes a person who they are. Its not their fault, it just takes me a while to really open up to people. I haven't always been around people in an environment where I could really open up, because lets face it, schools frown on (or at least they used to) talking during class. And that was really the only time I ever saw people. And now, when I do hang out with people, they sometimes get frustrated when I am undecisive on what I want to do or watch or whatever. But honestly, I don't care what we do, because usually I am happy just to be around people that actually want to hang out with me. If all we did was sit and stare at the wall, I would be happy (as long as we could change it up every know and then and stare at a different wall). And sometimes I still just want to be alone. Not alone alone, but alone with someone not doing anything at all. And that probably doesn't make much sense to anyone but me, but oh well. Thats life, and truthfully, I'm pretty happy with my life. Sure, there are some little things I would like to change, but then again, not really. Because then I wouldn't be me and I don't really wanna be anyone else, so yeah, thats about it. Laters.

People Piss Me Off

I don't write like this very often, but fuck it. People piss me off. You know why? Cause they say one thing and then do the exact opposite. I really like it how someone can bitch you out for something, and then go and do it themselves. It is really great. And isn't it wonderful how just because you're in a position of authority, people expect you to attend every little thing, take care of the setting up, working, and cleaning up of activities when they themselves can't find the time to help you mow or clean up just once over the summer? And they think they have the right to get pissed off for "showing up two hours late" because its "not acceptable, especially with new people showing up." I walk in with four other people and I get singled out. Tell me, am I not allowed a social life? Does me being president of an organization mean that my every thought, every action, every spare minute must be spent at that organization? Do my duties include cleaning up, by myself, other peoples food, drinks, and games? These people complain about me leaving a radio on, while I'm listening to it, and then they go leave the radio, mixer, amp, and speakers on all the damn time. I can't even get anyone to listen when I to tell them how they can help out with the hurricane victims. Instead, I get interupted because it is more important to talk about some damn game instead of helping out people in need. And I guess I am not allowed time to eat and socialize with my friends. I didn't know I gave up those rights when I ran for president, but I guess I did, because everyone else seems to think so. I can bust my ass for something, slip up once, and be on the shit list for the rest of the year. Oh, and apparently me being tired and sore makes me an asshole. Did not know that. Next time I decide to usher for 3 hours, raising money for said organization, I will remember that I have to be completely rested and feeling great the next day so I can go dance. Because its just not fair to other people if I don't feel like dancing. But like I said, fuck it. It isn't worth it. I'm out.